As she leaned back up against the large, cool, black rock that jutted out from the grass carpeted ground beneath her, she removed her shoes and stretched forth her legs on the warm, baked grass and wiggled her toes delightedly from the sheer freedom they had sought. Looking around, Kally could see a number of tiny bees scurrying about as they went from one flower to the next. From the vast array of colorful flowers that lay before her, she surmised that they had been quite busy for some time now and were doing a glorious job of helping to bring forth the rebirth season. A sudden flutter in the tree to her right caught her attention. She glanced high up, squinting through the sun bathed leaves until her eyes caught the source of the noise she had heard. Two blue birds were fluttering about, working masterfully in the preparation of a new nest. This was yet another sign of the season. Kally smiled as she watched them arrange, then rearrange each little twig or scrap of dry leaves they had found to make sure the nest that they were building would be the best and most secure place they could create to raise their little ones that were sure to come soon.

Quiz on The Four Writing Styles: Narrative Style - Descriptive Style - Persuasive Style - Expository Style